"Boom"!

The golden light hit the shield with a loud bang, setting off an endless wind and snow.

The golden light shattered, and a cone-shaped thing returned to He Xirou's arms, and several subtle cracks appeared on the crystal body.

The round shield resembles real iron, with obvious dents on its surface under the impact of the magic weapon

Mo Qiu fell heavily to the ground, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and looked in Jiang Wen's direction in disbelief.

She clearly saw the sleeve arrow and the golden needle piercing into Feng Xiaohan's body, but there was no picture of the head breaking and bleeding, the two magic weapons seemed to pass through the air, and nothing happened.

Then, there was a loud bang and Jiang Wen's screams in his ears at the same time.

Why?

How exactly did he do it?

The golden ribbon tied around Feng Xiaohan's arm darkened in color, and it seemed to have lost its vitality......

This is the golden silk thread that Zhao Haotian once embroidered on the cuffs of his black robe.

The long-lost artifact in the biography,

In the blink of an eye, he teleported for hundreds of miles, leaving an afterimage, like a drunken man's eyes.

Be drunk!

After Cui Weiming killed Zhao Haotian, he left the bracelet that enhanced the power of the method, but left him drunk.

Feng Xiaohan relied on the full strength of his physical strength to use a sword, and with the blessing of the glazed fire, he easily cut through the black robe, cut into the flesh, and slashed from his left cheek to his right waist, leaving a terrifying wound, Jiang Wen was almost cut off by this sword.

Without vitality, you can't use the Dragon Killing Sword, otherwise you will definitely die on the spot if you are so seriously injured.

The moment Feng Xiaohan appeared, the desolate sword had already fallen on top of his head, otherwise it would be impossible for him to be so seriously injured with his cultivation realm.

But even so, he still took half a step back diagonally, if it weren't for Feng Xiaohan's sword slashing diagonally, it was likely that he would only be cut off the hem of his clothes.

But Feng Xiaohan didn't feel good either, because he was shot!

Many years ago, Jiang Wen's brother told him: The golden needle has three songs, and only two songs are enough, and the third needle must be kept in his hand.

As for why, he didn't say.

Jiang Wen didn't understand, but he kept this habit, and now he finally understood.

This last shot is to prevent this situation.

Used to save lives, or ...... Fight like Kilkenny cats.

The golden needle is not an ordinary hidden weapon, it contains extremely strong power, it can be triggered without vitality, and if it is pierced into the body at close range, it will be shattered.

Maybe it was an illusion, when the golden needle touched Feng Xiaohan's skin, Jiang Wen seemed to see a burst of golden light covering his body, but the needle did enter the other party's body, so it didn't matter.

Except for the strong above the Void Realm, no one can be unscathed.

No, it is not accurate to use "unscathed", it should be said that "no one can stand."

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The sleeve arrow failed to hit Feng Xiaohan, and the faint green arrow light disappeared into the vast darkness, and then a beast roar came from that direction, and I don't know which unlucky demon beast was injured.

The golden needle also failed to hit him, but it was not without gain.

He Xirou was in front of the gate of the Anti-Heaven Palace, Jiang Wen was a little farther away, and Mo Qiu and Feng Xiaohan were fighting between the two.

So Feng Xiaohan disappeared suddenly, but the golden needle continued to move forward, and then came to He Xirou......

One of them hit the Sumeru bead she was holding in her arms, and the orb reacted on its own, bouncing it far away and shaking it into several pieces.

The other stabbed her left shoulder and came out of her body, but the force of it knocked her to the ground.

The organs were not damaged, so there was only a slight trauma.

She endured the pain and looked over there, her eyes full of urgency and worry.

It didn't matter to her how he ended up there, what she cared about most at the moment was how he was doing.

I saw Feng Xiaohan with his back to this side, kneeling on one knee, and the desolate sword was stuck in the ground, barely holding on.

He can't fall!

Feng Xiaohan knew that if he fell, he would not be able to stand up again......

His physical body is very strong, and he is even stronger after being baptized by Wanyan's golden light, in terms of physical toughness, he is the first person in Changming, and even Guo Mingzhe has to live behind.

Li Xiaofan's dragon killing sword can't hurt his cold hair, and the anger of the heavens in the ruins forest can't help him, from the grassland to the snowy region, from the snowy region to here, the thousand-mile chase road has never broken him.

And now,

A small golden needle brought him to the brink of life and death.

It is precisely because the body is too strong that the golden needle did not come out of the body like He Xirou, but remained in the body, stuck in the gaps of the internal organs.

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The winter thunder rose again, and several lightning rays appeared in the dark clouds in the distance, illuminating the dense demon beasts, as well as two huge shadows.

Feng Xiaohan looked at the ground in front of him, and his eyes fell on a piece of snow that was not stained red by blood.

The snow was white, a little harsh......

They've been here all along, so they haven't noticed.

The white beads on the palace are brighter and can illuminate farther places, and the visual range becomes far away.

Not long ago, the flickering intervals of its flickering began to lengthen, and then it stayed on, and this was exactly when Feng Xiaohan kicked open the temple door.

Now that I think about it, it doesn't make sense, he just opened a door. Just like the arrangements in the palace, there are secret rooms where you can't find an entrance.

He began to think like he was tired in the snow...... That's not a good thing.

Because now

At a bad time.

Mo Qiu couldn't believe that the man who had been with him and guarded by his side had actually fallen like this.

After being stunned for a long time, she let out a scream, the first time in her life.

Mo Qiu had killed people when she was very young, and she didn't call out at that time, but she was a little uncomfortable.

My father and mother had a quarrel, and they fought in front of the sect, and the ice and gravel flew around, and the heavens and the earth changed color, and even a sleeping dragon in the cold mountain was awakened.

She was there, surprised, frightened, but didn't scream.

She was always a quiet little girl.

It can be seen how much of a spiritual impact Jiang Wen's tragic situation has caused her, and it may have shaken the Dao heart, but she didn't faint, because she wanted to avenge Uncle Wen!

Thinking of the meticulous care and protection for more than ten years, the kindness and kindness in his eyes when he looked at himself.

Her father was busy with the affairs of the sect all day long, and her mother was away from home, living in seclusion in the cold mountains, and she rarely had time to accompany her.

Jiang Wen regards Mo Qiu as his own, why doesn't Mo Qiu regard him as his father?

Mo Qiu was knocked away by Feng Xiaohan's sword, and was hit hard by Jin Guang, although she was not directly injured, but her meridians were shocked, and she suffered great pain in her abdomen, obviously suffering a lot of internal injuries. She forced herself to her feet and walked towards Feng Xiaohan, at first with a difficult step, but at a faster and faster pace, and finally trotted up.

The green sword did not emit sword light, and there was no grand sword momentum in the field.

There was only one killing intent, which hit Feng Xiaohan directly.

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On the other side of the wall behind the high platform in the temple,

The tall, thin figure sat on a futon, the color of the rune spell marks around it fading.

Inside the black robe, there is still the shadow of a white bone skeleton.

Sitting there is clearly a person,

Flesh and blood people!

He's still very young, and he looks like a teenager,

It looks like he's seventeen or eighteen years old.

But that gray hair seems to tell this inexhaustible vicissitudes of life.

The clean face is angular, the appearance is extremely handsome, and under the two sword eyebrows are tightly closed eyes, maybe it will be a pair of starry eyes, and it suddenly exudes an arrogant and uninhibited temperament.

Black as ink,

White hair like snow.

He sat there for a thousand years.

In the dimly lit secret room, there was not even a shadow, only the inscription accompanied him.

It made him look even more lonely and lonely, and maybe he was the kind of person he was......

The next moment, there was a loud bang outside the door, and the sound became a little dull after passing through the walls.

His eyelids moved,

Seems to be awakened. (https:)

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